other holidays are in a more or less degree connected with conflicts and
battles of man’s prowess over man, of strife and discord for greed and power,
of glories achieved by one nation over another. Labor Day… is devoted to no
man, living or dead, to no sect, race, or nation.”
of the American Federation of Labor
not just for traditional American workers — those 8-to-5’ers who bring home a
regular paycheck and enjoy the benefits of paid vacations, sick days, and
coworker relationships. It’s for everyone who works hard at their craft too,
alone in their struggle, like writers.
of society that does not write books understands the labor that goes into it.
Countless people remark, when they learn I’m a writer, that they could or want
to write a book too. Or they offer me a great idea for a book, which is not
such a good idea because it’s something that doesn’t fit me; it fits them.
a book. I think on some level, they must have an inkling of the time, energy,
persistence, dedication, and honed talent it takes to finish a project of that
size and scope. And for most writers, the ROI for our hard work is abysmal. It truly is a labor of love.
us — certainly, we all have stories within us. But it’s those who do the work, who
push beyond the self-doubt, who churn out the paragraphs and pages and plots
that make magical worlds come to life inside the reader, who can be most proud
of their achievements.
hours of your day, the weekend warriors who fast-write while they have free
time away from the J.O.B., those who overcome the obstacles and blast through
the blocks, and those midnight-oil-burners who punch those keys long after everyone else is asleep, I celebrate you! I hope you’re celebrating your successes on this Labor Day too.
Books by Kimberly Jayne:
Take My Husband, Please! A Romantic Comedy